Ask For What You Need. Pray Big. Live Epic.

Where did this poverty mindset leak in? As if there’s nobility in lack, a false sense of surviving fuels an arrogant mentality that I don’t need to ask for what I need. The incongruence in my life causes me to constantly work so as to manifest abundance. Where did this neutrality, this canceling out of my actions, sink into my belief system that causes self-sabotage and small living?

Perhaps it’s a viewpoint that God is this disgruntled dispenser of justice, angry because I’ve sinned or fallen short of his glory. I hear the religion in that statement and my gut churns and my heart saddens from those ingrained teachings that stalk my soul into a depressive state of nothingness.

Perhaps the universe is dispensing it’s greatness only in portions, like a single pie on Thanksgiving, there is only enough for the chosen few, the rest of us, we only get to smell, see but never really experience the goodness of the creation. So we live on, coping, tolerating, wishing and hoping that one day, one day surely it will be our day!

Careful not to rebound into the Happy Party that pumps “isn’t-life-great” messages into any one that will listen, a quiet resolve comes over me that something greater is happening. There is a deafening stillness, a vibration to be felt, a frequency to be attuned and a rambunctious stirring about, like a wind gust across a snow capped mountain, whistling over my ear and piercing my skin in coldness. I am in the calm, the fray, the midst of something so much bigger than my silly needs of the day.

As the tears form, I feel this nudge between my two shoulder blades as if my skin is opening. With shoulders trembling, my head bows in reverence only to have this rise come from below my feet like crossing an air vent on a busy urban street. With slight invigoration, partial fear and unbounded curiosity, my lungs expand in short spurts to finally reach fullness as an unfolding violently takes place.

The first of many appears. I bend in torment, pain wreaking from my bones as the next one, then the next, then the next emerges before finally letting out a scream begging for mercy. Like a flower blooming in the sun, the wings behind me unfold with a startling sound buckling my knees to the floor. I wipe the sweat from my brow, take a deep breath and my wings reveal a span of breathtaking greatness that inspire my last burst of strength to stand and be seen. I have wings. We all do.

To ask for our needs takes humility combined with a faith-filled belief that there is an unlimited storehouse of knowledge, provision and abundance eager to be found and dispensed. Like finding hidden treasure along an afternoon walk, we don’t deserve it, we don’t earn it, we just receive it in gratitude that everything that is happening around us, even the pain, especially the pain, is there for a reason! Like a father teaching his son to ride a bike, this life gently guides knowing an occasional skinned knee will better our abilities and quicken our resolve to grow and reach beyond our grasp.

Oh yes, I’ve grieved. Sure, I’ve suffered. We men walk proudly with our infliction, our wounds scabbed over from the salve of this universe’s constant soul therapy to know this: It is the man that knows the pace of himself, that can find the oneness in all things among all the messages of separation to become fully actualized in who he is. Like so many fine wines that slept quietly on their shelves, patiently allowing the curator to replace the corks, men move into a place of beauty within themselves, finally accepting patience is needed for us to become full and live as men.

Today. Just today, perhaps even moment-by-minute, I will ask for what I need. I will believe with faith. I will pray boldly. May you too live on with strength and honor, just for today.

~Robin

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Robin has been in the sales & marketing world for 20+ years and has coached hundreds of people into better ways to deliver their message and add value to clients. From a Sales Director for several real estate companies and condominium projects to an owner of a RE/MAX agency, Robin has been involved with the interpersonal connections needed to build value, deliver products and services people want in fun and creative ways.
With a background in ministry and philosophy, Robin spent 30 years struggling with the pillars of Religion. Finally breaking free, he questions the “normal” to now be considered an evocative (and sometimes controversial) thought leader. Pushing the limits of society and culture, Robin guides others to find their own freedom in a life of self empowered creation, partnered with deep resonance to live with originality. Robin is an ordained minister, performing marriages and the customary duties of ministry including spiritual guidance and consulting.
Robin’s passion is in seeing strong masculinity meet the opposite world of radically elegant femininity. Coaching self development, personal energy and the breaking away from limiting beliefs, Robin works with his students and clients to create pure and honest alliances for personal and business relationships.
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Hello there. I’m a Writer. Highly esoteric, wildly evocative and playfully curious, I write about the things we want to know and it seems nobody talks about. From the deep explorations of spirituality, to making fun of religion to wild and hot romance, I write things that make you feel and hopefully, come back for more. Stick around.

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